Selected of Illèa-A Selection Fanfiction

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I sat on my vanity seat just after breakfast in bed, contemplating whether I should get myself kicked out before a month, or just ask Prince Lucas if I could go to the wedding and then come back. I was leaning towards the latter option. I heard a knock at my door and went to open it.

A maid came in with a small letter. Apparently, the prince can't ask you out on a date in person, even if you're living in his palace. It was short and precise. He wanted me to join him for lunch in the gardens. To be honest, even without permission I had gotten to the gardens before. The vines going down the side of the castle right by my balcony were too perfect to let sit there.

Almost reluctantly, I sent a small note back telling I would meet him there at twelve. It would be a perfect opportunity to ask about going to Ashlie's wedding. This might sound sad, but she was my only friend and I want to be at her wedding.

I rang the bell for my maids so I could start getting ready for lunch. Someone knocked on my door, so I said come in. The only person I was not expecting came in the door.

"Your highness," I said as I got up and curtseyed. Princess Rachel waved it off.

"Oh please don't call me your highness or curtsey."

"Okay, what would I call you?" I asked. Her expression softened,

"Just Rachel, please."

I smirked, "Okay, just Rachel, what did you come here for?"

"Hallejuh! You're not a brat like Scarlett or Zoey. I've been going from room to room, because some of you are closer to my age than Lucas', and they were being jerks to their maids when I came in, but were sickly sweet to me. Some double standard. They probably just want an in with the royal family, but I saw through their stupid act. Poor Lucas didn't see through them. If my brother was anymore unobservant, I swear he would be blind!" she ranted. I nodded in agreement.

Just then, my maids came in the room. Denver and Wendy both curtseyed, but Blair ran up and hugged Rachel.

"Oh, Blair! I haven't seen you in forever! What's happened to us? We are both so busy!" Rachel hugged Blair like she hasn't seen her in years. I hated to break up the reunion, but upon glancing down at the note and then the clock, I was forced to.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm still in my night gown and I have lunch with Prince Lucas in thirty minutes." My maids all gasped and stayed running around the room, getting a dress, make up, jewelry, you name it.

Rachel reached the door before turning and adding, "I hope we can be friends, even though technically you're dating my brother."

"Of course we can, but if I were you, I'd go to Brynnlie Crabb's room next," I advised Rachel. She gave a small smile and nodded.

"Thanks for the advice," she thanked me. I waved goodbye as she left the room. I smiled widely. This isn't going to be so terrible after all.

My maids found a knee length navy blue, lace dress with white flats. No matter how plain I am, they always succeed at making me beautiful. They pull my hair into a bun making my hair look fabulous. I find a pair of silver earrings and call it good. Thanking my maids, I find myself going downstairs to the correct garden entrance, deciding not to reveal my secret exit.

Prince Lucas meets me by an arch covered with vines and flowers. I curtsey, and take his outstretched arm. He leads me to a table set with our lunches of sandwiches and cookies. We've never really been able to afford the diner cookies for our own consumption, but I remember Ashlie sneaking me some whilst I was at her home.

He starts to eat, and since I'm starving, I start to devour a sandwich. I try not to look like I haven't eaten in years, but I'm not gong to use a fork and knife and eat tiny bites. That's not my style.